"Yes!—I—yes, that would be a good idea!" cried Quimby eagerly; then instantly fearing he had betrayed himself, turned red, and clutched at the mustache that eluded his grasp. Miss Archer looked at him and smiled, and Nattie was about to expound further when she heard "C" asking on the wire,
"N, haven't your visitors gone yet? Tell them to hurry!"
"You wouldn't say so," Nattie responded to him, "if you knew what a handsome young lady one of my two visitors is. We have been talking about you, too."
"Introduce me, please do," said "C."
"What are you doing, now?" asked Miss Archer, watchful of Nattie's smiling face.
Leaving the key open, Nattie explained, to Quimby's unconcealed dissatisfaction; but Miss Archer was delighted.
"Oh! do introduce me! Can you any way?" she said.
Nattie nodded affirmatively, and taking hold of the key, wrote, "She is as anxious as you are. So allow me to make you acquainted with Miss Archer, a young lady with the prettiest black eyes I ever saw!"
"Is she an operator?" asked "C."
"Doesn't know a dot from a dash," Nattie answered him.